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There is a place, in the center of the known Kingdoms, where all roads meet.

Pour me a drink Drakos, house specialty.  ;)

no worries i got your back Belzebub.

*sneaks over to the corner where the phone is*

*Throws Damaar out of the tavern for sitting on a tiny dwarf.
Now! Throwing Baggins out is a good thing.
But sitting on me! How dare you!

Oh, a drink for me too since you are on it :)

*walks up to senturo

yer a mmmighty..hic..good friend mr ssshhhenturo. Give me a big hug!!!

*walks towards senturo who is evading belzebub whilst having to make sure he doesnt rip the phone out of the wall.  One wonders whysomeone hasnt picked up yet or for that matter why there is a phone in a fantasy based game.  Anyway Belzebub lunges at Senturo but turns out he picked the wrong one and he crashes into highwayman

I sshherved wif yer..hic..fath...hic..fath...hic..daddy!  Me him and kernel sanders once defeated an entire horde..hic!... of rampaging hamburglerssshh. O olde king cole wasshh a mewy old sshole and a mawy olde sshole wassshhh he! called for hisssshhhh pipe an he called for hish bowl and he cawled for hish privatesshh three!!! BEER BEER BEER ssshhhaid the pivates mewy ssholes are we there be none sshoo fair ash can compare to the fiting ifnantry!!!

* Drakos gets up from his chair in the corner grumbling to self as he walks to the bar*

 Where is that knave of a beertender? I gave him a chance with this job and he has blown it.

*hangs sign up advertising for beertender and servers, then moves to Duchess Bonnie*

For you, mylady, the finest vintage I have, it is an Elven Bloodwine. Be careful with this beverage, it has 9 levels of enjoyment, each greater than the one before, the Ninth level slows down your senses so, you can actually feel your very blood flow through your body....in short, a good drunk, and a spiritual one too. :P

 *Looks around for bartender, doesn't see him, shrugs, and proceeds to fill everyones drink orders*

 *After last drink poured, raises his glass and looks to map of the world*

 Here is to a good age, may everyone and theirs, get what they so richly deserve. Cheers!!

*Drakos smiles and looks upwards*  

 Thank the god's, an experienced Tavern Keep.

*Turns to Lord Salamon*, You shall be paid 1 gold piece for every 5 taken in, and all the food and drink you can consume yourself, and comfortable quarters will be provided.

*Now knowing the Tavern is entrusted to capable hands, Drakos walks to seat in corner of room, puts feet up on table and proceeds to drink himself senseless while staring at the dancing flames in the fireplace. He is struck by the dark thought that soon flames would be dancing like this in towns and cities as the Tides of War sweep across the lands.*

*Brings Senturu a Ale and then sweeps his legs w/ a spoon

hope thats what u wanted.

Oh noes!  Here we go with the spoons again!   :D

Pour me another one Sal, feeeling kind of bluesy..........

" may everyone and theirs, get what they so richly deserve."

*smiles evily and fire dances in his eyes* Yes may they get what they deserve...

*Naerey walks in with 15 other heavily muscled dwarves with a blue wrapping around their arms*
Hand over all your goods if you don't wanna die!

*The dwarves look angrily around, getting out their knives, ready for a fight, whilst Naerey calmly toys with a few throwing daggers*

*Naerey picks up the dagger that got stuck between his toes, luckily not even scratching him, and with a swift movement throws it at Highwayman's hat.*

You can never trust those poor mercenaries...
*Goes to sit at the table near Highwayman*
Did I hear you saying offering me a drink?

(Edited by Mr. Naerey 8/1/2006 12:59:14 PM)

My friend, tis true I called you little although you are easily as tall as the tallest man here.

I am very short but none dare call me little for I could tie a knot in it, if you get my meaning.

Now bugger orf and let me have a meaningful discussion with Naerey who said something frightfully rude about your mother by the way!  Not that I would wish to cause trouble between you.

Drink Naerey?  What's your poison?

*disembodied voice

I am The Lord of the Flies and you have angered me with your spoon antics for the last time!!!  Now feel my wrath!!

*Belzebub shrugs off his cloak and a swarm of flies engulfs Senturu.  Of course they are only flies so Senturu is unscathed

god damn it i need to get a better power

*just as he is about to fall asleep, Drakos is jolted awake by a thought* 

 Did I wash the tankards I bought really cheap in the city that had a dose of the plague? Ahh, tis not important....the plague only struck sinners.

*stumbles out the door* 

*With a big smile on his face, close-looking to Gaston, Efrandor walks in to the tavern, looking on all the faces and naked feets and meters of beard hanging around in the room*

- Bring forth the beer bartender!

*Get's a cold nice-colored beer and smells on it*

- Aaah, not bad, not bad at all, thank you, here's a newly cut off toe as thanks.

Wonderful!!

I'll take this one, and this one, this, and this, this one, oh this one looks tasty, ooh, what's this green thingy, I'll have it, thanks, here take a finger..

*Runs in to a corner, hides under a table and start to drink all the good stuff with high high speed*

*mielo still dying in the corner and still screaming: : BOOOZZZZZ, I want Booooooz....

...Boooooooooooozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...... Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooozzzzzzzzzzzzzz .....

Booz*

**helps myself to a drink from the bar

"Elven is it? And almost as old as I am, not aged at all aparently..."

My story? Move to take over a city, while prepping the #1 hoh army moves towards me, apparently didnt want me taking his town..... who knew. So, i was forced to burn that beautiful town, **tear** Oh, well, sacrifices are made in war........

**grabs another two flagons and goes to sit in a dark corner, tossing another spoon to senturu along the way. 

Oh my, this place is a circus, I'll just take back this green stuff, you won't need it when you are tied up...     I'll take the rectum to, might want it..

*senturu sticks his tounge out at mielo. then takes another spoon from salamon*

muhahaha

"'I need courage first', Efrandor thinks to himself"

*Mixes the green stuff with the rectum, drink it fast with a weird smile on his face, starts moving towards Mielo and searches his pants after the wallet..*

- Aha, Jackpot!

*Efrandor runs fast as hell back to the table in the corner and starts to count the countless Pokémon cards he found in his socks*

*senturu looked up at the gold spoon and watched as it went into the crowd of people. senturu runs in and gets trampled by the other people*

- NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

My pokemons, what have you done to them, give them back! Right away!  Oh, a golden spoon, cool.

*Runs of to try and take the golden spoon like a horny babycat*

"Nooo!!"

*Xiax rushes into the tavern and destroies the Golden Spoon*

"Can't you see? It was tearing us apart! Making us fight eachs other and even... *shudders* play pokemon cards...."

"God.... It's so horrible..."